So, we’re hiking along this little trail in the vicinity of Clarkes Court Bay (Woburn Bay), Grenada. Birds are singing, the breeze is blowing, every once in a while we catch a whiff of flowers. Lovely. Wait a minute, that’s no flower we smell now. Is there a dump nearby? We come out of the forest to a beautiful little meadow, and discover where the smell is coming from. Yes, that’s a dead cow there, hind legs sticking straight up in the air…and we’re downwind. An abrupt about-face, and back the way we came.
|I didn't think the picture needed to be any closer than this|